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lost in thought, that they were both thinking along the same lines as I was. “Holy Crap” Sam moaned theatrically, as he exhaled his breath on a long drawn-out sigh. Belatedly, I recalled that Sam’s ping pong victory dance included a series of pelvic thrusts that he tended to always aim right in the direction of the cameras whenever he won. Pointing my finger at him, I was helpless to stop the howl of laughter from erupting from my mouth. Staring at the open dismay painted on Sam’s face only made me laugh harder as I gave in fully to the humor of the situation.
    Great peals of laughter shook my entire frame, while fat tears of merriment started rolling down my cheeks I was laughing so hard. I had to wrap my arms around my middle, hunching over from the force of my hysterics. It felt good to let it out. After a brief pause, Sam and Gideon finally both joined in knowing it was pointless to get upset over something that couldn’t be changed. The damage had already been done. In any case, the topic of the cameras was only one of the many great mysteries of this place that I hoped would soon be revealed tonight when we met with the sergeant.

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    Still chuckling, I turned on my heel and headed in the direction of the gym, knowing that both Gideon and Sam would follow along like a couple of lost puppies. I had started making it a habit of practicing yoga in the gym every day at the end of our workouts to help me clear my mind and relax my body. In the beginning, the guys were curious about my post-workout habit and wanted to see where it was that I kept disappearing off to, rather than heading straight for their rooms to shower. Trailing along behind me one day as I headed for the gym, they suddenly became permanent fixtures from that day forth. I found it humorous that they were just content to observe me from the sidelines, even though I always encouraged them to participate. More than likely, they probably considered yoga to be a “girly activity” judging from the dubious expressions on their faces the first time I invited them to join me. They actually didn’t believe me that guys did yoga all the time, until I showed them video’s online to prove my statement.
    I never minded their presence in the gym because the camaraderie between the three of us was strong, and I truly enjoyed their company. It also helped that they were both respectfully quiet and never engaged in conversation. The deep-breathing meditation I did helped to keep me centered, while the yoga poses aided in loosening tight muscles after an especially intense workout.
    Finally, after two straight weeks of watching me do yoga, Sam mustered up the courage to abandon his wall flower status. Joining me on the oversized wrestling mat, he proved to Gideon that indeed anyone could do it. Both Gideon and I can attest to the fact that Sam is not the most coordinated of people, so for him to adapt as quickly as he did while at the same time appearing to enjoy himself, well it was the only encouragement Gideon needed to join in too. Gideon soon discovered much to his surprise, that he really enjoyed yoga too. I was proud of the two of them for being open-minded about something that was obviously foreign to them.
    Standing in the gym with soft music playing in the background, I led the others through the poses and focused on clearing my mind. When I felt completely relaxed, I glanced at the wall clock in the gym and was surprised to see that 45 minutes had sped by while I had been lost in my own thoughts. Breathing deep and stretching into one last pose while the guys copied me, I stood up and congratulated them on a job well done.
    I believed in maintaining a balance in all things and enjoyed doing workouts that were actually fun. Sergeant Ramsey's drills were not fun…they were both boring and repetitious. That’s why I think the three of us were able to bond so quickly… because no matter what was going on, we always made time for play. Whether it was